6 Months Earlier
"GOD DAMN IT LEO! I KNEW IT WAS A FUCKIN' TRAP"
"SHUT IT RAPH! Blame isn't going to get us out of here, now calm the hell down!"
"He's right, dude. You need to chillax. Besides, Donnie will think of a way out of here, right bro?"
"I have to admit Mikey, the situation looks incredibly bleak, but we have time. I'm sure I can think of a way out of here."
Suddenly a voice came over a loudspeaker. It was authoritative. It was smug. It was Bishop.
"Welcome to Riverton, gentlemen. I trust you find your accommodations comfortable?"
Mikey was about to supply a witty retort but bishop's voice cut him off, and it wouldn't have done any good. It was a recording anyway.
"In case you were wondering where you are, you are now housed in an underground bunker on an abandoned military base in Wyoming.
You've caused us a lot of trouble, so we've decided to get CIA Black Ops involved, and I have to say their solution is beautiful in its simplicity. Since you always win in a fight, we simply won't fight you. We'll just store you away and let nature take its course.
You'll find there is no way in or out, the doors were built to withstand all manner of explosives, the air shafts are too small to crawl through, and you are miles underground smack in the middle of thousands of acres of government owned land. Just for Donatello here's a historical fun fact: This bunker was originally intended to house President Kennedy, if the cold war had taken a turn for the nuclear. Of course, we didn't put you up in the more extravagant area of the bunker; my apologies. Not to sound cliché but escape is futile, though I've no doubt you'll try.
You've been supplied with a month of rations & some water along with a few basic first aid supplies. I suggest you try to make them last. Starvation is one of the worst ways to die and I'm not without mercy, gentlemen. I've left you your weapons should you also need to be merciful, or should you decide to take the easy way out.
It has truly been a pleasure gentleman."
The recording ended and the four brothers looked at each other, a mix of anger, fear, disbelief and defiance.
"You've got ta be fuckin' kiddin' me." Raph dragged his palm down his face. Somehow he knew this wasn't going to end well.
